Once I learn that you’re a cowardly lover I’ll never forgive you , i don’t care about the poetry you’ve read . You’ll never live it here

I was dark room, art on the floor in love with him .

You are the brightest sunset the ocean kidnapped when the waves decided that it was mad at gravity .

They do not tell you that love is the worlds best magic trick. You just know and you spend a quarter of your life pondering whether you’re the magician or the prop.

Because missing you is a debt to my conscious, a flaw in my heart. I keep reminding myself, I can’t build a campfire from burnt memories.

I’ve wrote poetry for monsters. Lullabies for drunk sinners who cannot sleep . Gargled on teeth, from pretty faces swallowing radiance from their lies. holding hope in a shallow belly, to spite myself. The things I despise are orchestrated so eloquently, I romantcize my grievances Only as battle cries, in a war you didn’t fight in . You think I’m afraid of you.